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Author's name: Hanan Lashin

A group of horses were galloping in perfect harmony, to one rhythm, the sound of their hooves striking the ground in harmony with the rapid beats of their hearts, their legs were lined up elegantly in parallel as they raced, their speed unified as if they were one fabric. The rain gradually decreased until it became like a tear, a delicate trickle, and a rainbow appeared, decorating the sky and meeting the horizon from afar. One of their horses neighed, and the clatter of its companions made clear, pointed sounds. Then it advanced, and they pursued it, panting, until they finally arrived at a vast, green, and dark orchard. If I were a horse, I would have been startled by them, and if I were a human, I would have been startled by them too, for those sounds that rose when the rumbling of their chests subsided were not the sounds of horses at all, but the voices of humans.